We had a lunch thief who would hit a few times a week. We anounced it several times. Kept happening. Finally somebody got pissed enough to act. They got a really nice deli sandwich, got the hottest spices they could get their hands on and put them on just enough to make it intolerable, but not enough to smell hot.
The millionaire owner’s son was stealing them. Asshole drove around in a $130k car. He cried like a little bitch, wined that he didn’t have time to go out for lunch. Got daddy to send upper management in to scold our manager. Our manager read the prepared statement with as much sarcasm as they could muster and no more sandwhiches were stolen.
The millionaire owner’s son was stealing them. Asshole drove around in a $130k car. He cried like a little bitch, wined that he didn’t have time to go out for lunch.
Hey look, he’s quite literally the target audience for food delivery services. Has money, wants food, has no time to go out for food or prepare food at home. Perfect. Go order yourself a fucking sandwich instead of stealing everyone else’s.
Joke’s on you fat ass, that’s actually one of my favorite of the “easily available” mustards. I’m eating the whole bag then hacking into the office Flock cameras to find out who brought them in so I can figure out where they bought them or how they made them. That way, I buy more or figure out a stealthy way of getting you to give me the recipe without admitting that I’m the one who took the first batch.